Saturday, July 6, 2013

Don't you find it heartening, she asked me, that a shop called Body
Stimulants should be right next door to the only funeral parlour on King
Street? Should you feel engulfed by the tenebrous while making funeral
arrangements for a relative yet to be deceased, you can easily slip next
door to get the fluids flowing again; should you feel overwhelmed by
sensations while being massaged or having your cuticles seen to one
after the other, you can always press afterwards into the dark marble
portal of the funeral parlour to choose the one casket that will ease, with plush, your pulsing finger ends.